Dong Chi's eyes were so angry that his eyes turned red.

Chen was distracted as she spoke, and his eyes paused as he glanced at her neck, and his eyes were accidentally wrapped around her falling collar. The clear smell of the frankincense of the bathing frankincense on her body seemed to be there and there was a gentle and surging surrounding him.

The undulating lines swayed into my eyes, my breathing stagnated, and my throat tightened.

But soon, after seeing Dongzhi's unexpected expression about throwing the bag, Chen came back from his brief moment of stunned silence, looked away, and pressed down the ray of embarrassment in his eyes that was not noticed by her.

The next second Dong Zhi stood up straight, and he felt relieved, but in a difficult way, he felt a subtle feeling of regret.

Dongzhi said this, too lazy to say more words, and turned around and left.

Chen subconsciously reached out and grabbed her, "Dong——"

The "buzzing" vibration came from his pocket and landed clearly in the quiet courtyard.

The mobile phone mute ringing replaced what he was originally going to say.

Chen glanced at Dongzhi, grabbed her hand and tried to relax, and took out his cell phone with the other hand.

"Hey? Mom..."

The phone leaked the sound, maybe the yard was too quiet, Dongzhi could hear it very clearly.

The sound on that end is no stranger.

It was Mrs. Chen, and she asked, "Son, where are you? Why haven't you come back yet? Oh, a classmate came to your house and is waiting for you in the living room now!"

...

The Chen family's house has been around for a while, and since Chen's grandfather's generation, they have lived here. The objects and decorations in the house retain the traces of that time. They were renovated a few years ago and maintained the subtle details. The general appearance of the whole house has not changed.

Although I had known Chen Ju's address for a long time, this was the first time Zhao Lijie came to his house.

Zhao Lijie's growth environment is not bad. Her father is a professor at a university in the provincial capital, and her mother also has a decent and good job. Her grandfather is an intellectual. After retirement, she drinks tea and walks birds at home. She often tutors her in her studies when she has nothing to do.

Zhao Lijie felt very novel about this place where Chen Zi lived.

The walls are built with blue bricks and black tiles. At first glance, the appearance is simple. There are four majestic large cylinders standing in front of the main entrance porch. The floors, doors and windows, and the top corners of the wall are all brown-red solid wood.

"Have you always had this screen?" Zhao Lijie asked Chen Ju in a low voice.

They were sitting on the sofa each in the living room.

Chen looked at the carved screen blocking the entrance of the living room and said, "That was left by my grandfather."

Zhao Lijie smiled and lowered her head and stuck out her tongue. Her curiosity was not only not ugly, but also a bit cute.

The sound of footsteps sounded at the entrance of the living room. Mrs. Chen walked behind the screen with a plate of fruit, smiling: "It's rare that a classmate came to us Chen Ju. He is usually very bored and doesn't like to go out alone at home... Come on, Li Jie, eat some fruit."

Zhao Lijie stood up halfway, held the bottom of the fruit plate handed over by Mrs. Chen, and said thank you twice, with a slightly embarrassed face, "Auntie, don't be so polite." She said, "Chen's things have fallen at school. He is in a hurry, so I will send them for him. It's really embarrassing to come suddenly."

Mrs. Chen covered her mouth and smiled, "You both have good grades. You can communicate more. I don't understand this study. You guys, help each other more." She said a few words, knowing that she was restrained by the child, she said she had something else to do, so she got up and left.

Zhao Lijie asked: "Where did you go just now? Why aren't you at home?"

"Something happened just now."

She looked at Chen Ji's side face, "Well... is Dongzhi okay?"

Chen helped Dongzhi to block the trouble several times, asking them to tell me if they had any special relationship. The two had little contact at school. Before, some classmates had guessed privately. Later, when they saw that they were not close, Chen had more contact with Zhao Lijie. Everyone just thought it was Chen and he was kind-hearted and always extended a helping hand to Dongzhi.

Zhao Lijie knew more than others. She asked Chen, and Chen said that he and Dongzhi were neighbors and they knew each other since childhood.

She asked, "What's going on with that bag? Did she have a conflict with others again?" She looked around and said, "Dongzhi's house is nearby? When I came, I didn't pay attention to the surroundings. Is she living close?"

Chen didn't answer, paused, and asked instead: "Why didn't you call me just now? Why didn't you tell me before coming?"

Zhao Lijie was stunned, "I, I want to give you something quickly, I didn't think so much." She glanced at him carefully, "Did I feel unhappy when I suddenly came? Sorry... I won't know next time, I..."

"No." Chen saw her being restrained and smiled comfortably, "I just said to call in advance so that I know you are here, and you don't have to wait for so long."

When Zhao Lijie heard this, she relaxed and smiled. Then she only talked about school affairs with Chen and stopped talking about anything else.

...

Chen held the book sent by Zhao Lijie with one hand. The latter carried his schoolbag and went up the stairs. As soon as he passed the corner, Chen stopped and turned around and stretched out his other hand to the back.

"Give me the schoolbag, I'll help you get it."

Zhao Lijie looked up and handed him the schoolbag with a smile.

The study room was on the second floor. Mrs. Chen said it was rare that there were classmates coming and asked Zhao Lijie to stay for a while. Both of them had excellent grades, so Mrs. Chen asked them to go to the study room to do their homework and read books together.

Chen picked her up her bag, and the two continued to walk up. The light on the stairs was a little dim, and Zhao Lijie almost stepped on the wrong steps, but fortunately she supported the handrail. The window next to it was covered with curtains, and only a slight ray was faintly leaked.

"It's so dark here, why don't you open the curtains?" Zhao Lijie asked, "Can you open it?"

The curtain swayed. Before Zhao Lijie curiously reached out her hand to see the scenery outside the curtain, Chen pressed the button on the wall with a "splash" and said, "There is a light."

The chandelier above the head is turned on, transparent and bright.

Zhao Lijie looked at the delicately shaped little lamp, and with a soft "Wow" sound, she withdrew the curtains and put them back.

Chen didn't say much and took her to the study on the second floor.

...

Mrs. Chen originally wanted to keep Zhao Lijie for dinner, but Zhao Lijie tried her best to refuse, saying that her parents would not allow her to eat outside. After refusing, Mrs. Chen took her out with Chen a little regretfully.

The kitchen was almost ready. Before the meal could be started, Mrs. Chen received a call and complained a few times, and hurried back to the room to change her clothes.

Half an hour later.

Mrs. Chen, dressed in an outing, had a small bag hanging in her hand. She knocked on the door of the study, and Chen, who was reading, looked up when she heard the sound.

Mrs. Chen waved her hand and told him not to stand up. "Your dad is having a social gathering. There is a dinner party in the evening. Suddenly, I called me to go. You are alone at home. Remember to have dinner later. The supper is ready."

Chen nodded, "I know mom."

"You must remember to eat, don't read books for too long!" Mrs. Chen repeatedly reminded her, and then she took care of her sideburns and asked the driver to send her out.

He stood up and sat up, "You're welcome. It sounds so nice to me. What I told you is so worthless."

"I'm not polite." Dong Zhi said lightly, "I'm just better than her playing the violin."

He was happy, "You really dare to say that you..."

At her feet were dustpans and iron buckets for garbage, and the bamboo broom in her hand was stupid and heavy. There was dust on her shoes, and the corners of her school uniform that was the same as others were faintly white.

She looked calm and didn't care whether he believed it or not. She squatted down and picked up three or two small pieces of paper that were difficult to sweep with her hands.

The boy on the stone bench stopped smiling.

It's nothing, either.
Chapter completed!